I broke up with Merlin [Comprehensive]

That faint, sweet floral fragrance lingers with him all the time.

It's a very comfortable feeling.He always thought that he was lying in the flowers, the flowers surrounding him were moist after the rain, and the sunlight falling softly from above was warm enough to melt those who were immersed in it.

'This place... this sea of ​​flowers that is like spring all the year round, can wash away despair and pain, I... have been there. '

When he was half asleep and half awake, he murmured like this.

I really thought that I went to the eternal fairyland in my dream, and my consciousness was really blurred.Therefore, in reality, Nightmare, who held him lightly and tightly, laughed twice, and the laughter was full of lightheartedness and joy.

'Clearly knowing that this is reality, I actually feel that this is simply a dream... Hey, no, if this continues, I will forget that I am a nightmare who prefers to indulge in dreams. '

Absorbing spiritual power from human dreams and using it as nourishment for oneself is what Nightmare should do.

But what he is doing now is something that is "no good" for him.Not based on a specific purpose, but more purely, wanting to save a person——

No selfishness.Nightmare made a solemn statement afterwards.

He has absolutely no selfish intentions, and he will not take advantage of his lover who was accidentally plotted to be dizzy, and do such and such bad things to him although he really wants to do it... No, between lovers, do this kind of bad thing It should be normal and not surprising at all, right? !

No, no, no, hurry up and put an end to any thoughts that are not right.

Ended the previous cranky.

Soon, beside the young man who was still not fully awake, Nightmare supported his body with one hand, and the white hair silently slid down from his face, falling down in front of the closed eyelids of the blond-haired young man.

He caressed his face with the other hand, his purple eyes were warm and bright, as if they had melted into the most dazzling stars in the night sky.

'Don't worry... I'm by your side. '

While talking, as if promising something.

Nightmare leaned down, and her lips, which were whispering before, pressed against her lover's slightly parted lips.

The pure white hair tips were piled on the robe he put under the young man, mixing it with the same color.

……

……

"...you...you! What have you done...ah!"

The gentle and peaceful voice in the past was now tainted with a particularly obvious annoyance.

Cyril is now at a loss, stunned, and shocked...

And - quite, very, very disturbingly!

He had no memory of what had happened for a long time before.

The last memory was cut off after he climbed out of the pothole, met the magician, and said a few words to him.Well, my mood at that time was still a bit similar to that at this time, it was unavoidable to be annoyed, and I didn't know who to blame.

What was said?

He talked about his situation, and seemed to mention in passing that the bugs were obsessed with getting into his stomach.Then, the magician explained to him that these bugs actually regarded him as a woman and wanted to...

"..."

……Um? !

The blurred and intermittent memories were connected by clues at this moment, and they came back all of a sudden.

Cyril's face also changed.

With a swipe, from the blush to the neck, the area below the blocked neck should also be red as if it was about to bleed.

"...Wait, wait a minute!"

He stayed there for about half a minute before regaining his senses again, and then, as if his whole body was roasted, he tried to stay away from the white-haired magician who was still standing in front of him as fast as he could.

That's right, Merlin was still on top of him.

It didn't directly press on him, but the magician's legs straddled him, just straddling his waist, and his hands rested on his face, a position that would touch his head as long as he moved slightly.

This posture also meets the "condescending" standard that Cyril once said.However, today's magicians——

Cast a shadow on his whole body, as if completely covering him, he is within the scope of his control.

But this magician with hooked lips and curved eyebrows does not bring any feeling of coldness or arrogance to the "overlooked" people.

Because even though his face was hidden in a light layer of shadow, his smile was so pretty.His eyes are all about the figure he is staring at, there is no superfluous existence, so focused.

"Huh? Honey, what are you waiting for?"

For some unknown reason, this nightmare who suddenly became seductive just looking at it made a sound, its voice was as sweet as sugar, as if it really tasted a good thing worth remembering and cherishing.

Being teased by him with a slightly hoarse voice, if others heard it, their hearts would tremble and their minds would be lost.

However, Cyril's sanity is so firm - no, it would be better to say that at this moment, he is not in the mood to pay attention to what the magician looks like and what he says.

It was only now that he realized what the imprinted worm was for. He was overwhelmed by the huge sense of shame to the point of suffocation, steaming white steam appeared all over his body, and he wished that he would evaporate in the next second and not exist anymore!

"You—why don't you move! Please, please, step aside!"

"Alas?!"

Merlin only uttered a shocking syllable, and was overturned by his embarrassing and angry Duke, who pinched his shoulders and overturned him. There was no chance to struggle stubbornly.

With a bang, the magician landed on the hard ground, and his back probably hurt a bit from the impact.

If it was normal, even if he was unhappy, Cyril would seriously apologize to him and reflect on the excessive effort he might have used.But now, I don't have so much energy to worry about.

"...Oh my God."

"How come, I didn't think of it... This is too..."

Without the hindrance of a huge cover, Cyril sat up smoothly.

Struggling for a while, he couldn't stand up all at once, and he didn't continue to be brave, and sighed like a wail.

Then, he covered his eyes with his hands, and his face stepped behind his curled knees. Only from the side can he see the lower half of his face that was not covered.

There was no sound for a long time.

After Cyril buried his face, there was no movement for a while.

Merlin braced himself up, and saw his lover's face full of lovelessness, and couldn't help but thump in his heart.

He thought Cyril was being shy, and was angry with him by the way.But, thinking about it carefully, didn't he do anything too much, he didn't have to feel guilty at all—yes, he really didn't need to feel guilty.

Therefore, Merlin restrained his expression, leaned forward again, and tentatively called, "Cyril?"

Cyril remained motionless, maintaining this posture, and naturally did not respond to him.

Merlin's heart was startled again, and he secretly thought something was wrong.

That being the case, he changed his words very quickly, without feeling forced at all: "I'm sorry, Cyril, I was wrong. Next time I encounter such a situation, I should make it clear to you in advance, and after getting your consent, then... …Huh?"

Merlin suddenly paused, and then discovered something, opened his eyes slightly, but couldn't hide his shock: "Why...you are crying?"

It's over.It's over.

No wonder the magician's mind flickered these big characters with their own deterrent effect out of thin air.

He never expected that after Cyril woke up, he was only a little angry at first, and then ignored him, but covered his eyes by himself, and silently... shed tears.

In fact, it is a detail that is difficult to detect, because Cyril neither made a sound nor showed his face, and everything was extraordinarily calm.It was really embarrassing for Merlin to notice it in the first place.

The loophole that exposed this fact was a little water stain that leaked from the blond youth's hands.

Water stains are hidden in the darkness of the backlight, so they are not easy to be noticed.But it slid silently, submerged into the tightly closed lips, and immediately became abruptly wet.

Cyril pursed his lips, and the surface of his lips looked dry, covered with cracks like those in the fields during the summer drought.

Merlin couldn't help but stare at the dry corner of his lover's mouth from the side, thinking whether he should add another sentence, when he found the trace left by the tear that wet his dry lips.

For Merlin, the seemingly small tears were a huge shock.

He had to go back and reflect on it. He felt that what he did was not out of line at all, and it was not even affectionate, but this level, for a duke as pure as a lily... Could it be too much?

Thinking about it this way, the more I think about it, the more I feel that this is the case.

Although the Duke is a real adult male, and the Duke must have the desires that adults should have, but Merlin recalled that he was very clean in his previous life. Whether he was with the same sex or the opposite sex, the closest contact was to hug or shake hands.

and.

Due to the limitation of physical weakness, Your Excellency the Duke should have never had a physical intimate relationship with anyone.

How pure, how beautiful, how——it made Merlin feel relieved and joyful, but also inexplicably wanted to burst into tears.

【No matter how pure a normal adult male is, it's impossible for him to be like a little white flower that doesn't know anything】This point was completely ignored by the flustered Merlin.

The lover was weeping in front of his eyes, and Merlin was not only flustered, but also had that particularly distressing feeling again.It was strange and strange to Nightmare, but he couldn't resist.

"Cyrillic……"

He was still close to his lover, hesitating for a while, thinking about what to say.

But the description of the situation at this time cannot be thoughtful. In the end, what Merlin blurted out was really not as easy as a love expert at all, but a clumsiness that formed a sharp contrast.

"You... don't cry, it's all my fault."

It is a model of wrong speech from the beginning.

"Do you still feel uncomfortable? Uh, um."

"All your tears fell on my heart. They were so light, but they made my heart ache like tears."

Merlin worked very hard, his eyes lowered, his expression sad.

Therefore, I switched to the mode of talking about love without thinking, and even changed my tone.

"How I want to share it with you."

"It would be great if I could transfer all the pain you feel at this moment to me..."

"Cyril, I..."

Merlin himself might not have noticed.

The more he said the more outrageous it became.

The more you talk, the more nasty you are.

It’s really pitiful to describe Your Excellency the Duke as a little white flower shivering in the cold wind, lonely and helpless——

"..."

Finally, before Merlin became even more terrifying, the corners of His Excellency the Duke's mouth twitched while covering his eyes with his hands, he straightened up unbearably, and turned his head to look over: "Your Excellency Merlin! Since just now, what have you been talking about?" What a mindless word."

Merlin: "... Huh? Cyril, aren't you very sad?"

Cyril: "I'm very sad, and I'm still guilty of my dullness and ignorance."

He buried his face because he felt ashamed to face others for a moment.

He thought he understood what happened to Sakura, and had a deep understanding of her pain, but in the end, the truth was a hundred times, a thousand times crueler than his superficial thoughts.

"I didn't expect such an evil insult. The degree is far worse than the actual situation. I find it unbearable to me, let alone such a young girl. It's so self-righteous. I was so right before. She said that she would be fine after leaving the Matou house."

Cyril's fists were clenched tightly, and it took a long time before they were loosened stiffly. A deep white mark had already been left on his palm.

"Even if her body won't be hurt again, the shadow in her heart may never dissipate. Why, I said such irresponsible words."

While he was talking to Merlin, he became emotional again, and the rim of his eye sockets became a little redder.

Not to mention that this young man is an exceptionally kind-hearted person, Matou Sakura reminded him of his niece.

Cyril's impression of his nieces seems to be the liveliest and happy ones when they were young. When he thinks that the children who should be as lively and lovely as Gareth and Mordred are treated like they might not be in hell, he can't help but Tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice choked up.

"..."

Merlin was silent.

Only then did he realize that the mistake he made was not in thinking too much, but fundamentally ignoring the character of his lord the duke.

Cyril seldom shed tears.

Suffering from illness and pain in his previous life, his life was even more bumpy, and he never felt sad for himself.The few times I shed tears, it was because of others.

Time goes back to the present, and the same is true for him just now.

For example, the pitiful, helpless and helpless Merlin imagined after the shame and anger that was taken aback may only account for a little shame and anger at the beginning, and the latter two adjectives simply cannot exist.

After a moment of silence, Merlin, who realized his mistake, could only softly comfort him:

"Don't think that way, it's not your fault. Instead of putting excessive self-blame on your back, it's better..."

"Yes, I have deeply reflected on myself, and I have already figured it out. Just regretting and blaming myself here will not do Xiao Sakura any good. I want to try my best to help her, of course I have to get out of here first."

No need for comfort from the magician, Cyril quickly cheered up.

The circles of his eyes were still a little red, but his spirit was clearly gaining momentum.He stood up neatly, rubbed his face a little, then looked at the surrounding environment, and asked the magician at the same time: "The Black Holy Grail you mentioned is different from the Holy Grail that Sister Artoria wants? What is the specific situation? , can you explain to me... wait, where is this place, there is no exit?"

Looking around, all he could see was the narrow light illuminated by the fire lit by the magician. Farther away was the darkness surrounded by high walls, and there was no exit to the outside world.

Before the memory fault, they were still in the basement, which apparently had a door back then.But now, it was transferred to a completely sealed narrow room. During this process, something obviously happened.

"Well... Regarding this question, let me explain it from the beginning, and answer your previous doubt together."

Merlin moved a little, leaned against the wall, and sat cross-legged on the ground, as if he had no intention of getting up for the time being.

However, he explained the cause and effect clearly.

"First of all, the Black Holy Grail, you can understand it as a polluted Holy Grail. Although the function of the wishing machine remains the same, but the lining is all broken, it can't be used to make a wish. It's better not to see it as having the power of the Holy Grail."

"On the other hand, the Holy Grail here did not exist from the very beginning. The spirits who died in the Holy Grail War did not return to the Hall of Valor, but were intercepted and became the nourishment for the Great Holy Grail to come..."

"Do the Heroic Spirits know the conditions for this birth?" Cyril frowned, with a hint of foreboding.

"Of course not." Merlin replied without hesitation.

"So, isn't this deceit? If you know in advance that there is such a premise—"

"No, Cyril, even if you know it in advance, the souls that are truly obsessed with the Holy Grail won't care. They will do whatever it takes to fight for the slightest possibility."

Merlin's tone seemed to turn cold. When Cyril was dumbfounded, he heard his voice change: "Do you think that deception only exists in the prerequisites? No, no, no, it's too shallow. The so-called magic created by human magicians The game of the Holy Grail War itself is the biggest deception, all the heroic spirits, most magicians, have been deceived."

"Even if we defeat other competitors and become the final winner, the person who made the wish and the heroic spirit will not be able to realize their wish. Because the Holy Grail has been polluted, what will be achieved in the end will only be the exact opposite of the hope. "

Merlin said indifferently: "What's more, in the final analysis, the Holy Grail is just a fairly magical prop. It can be said to be everywhere in the ancient age of gods. Its power is limited after all, and it is not as omnipotent as magicians think. "

Cyril was horrified: "Why—"

He paused abruptly, as if he remembered something, his expression couldn't help but also changed.

"Since you know so much and know that this is a scam, even if you won't get anything in the end, why didn't you tell sister Artoria?"

"She won't give up." Merlin said calmly: "Even if you tell her the truth, no matter how hard you try to persuade her, Artoria will never give up."

"Cyril, what you know is Artoria, not King Arthur, who shoulders the responsibility of being king until the end and refuses to give up. She will give up when she witnesses the truth with her own eyes, or when she finally encounters redemption. Before that, all I can do is..."

"--wait."

"—Is it waiting again?"

It's over.

However, Merlin heard the familiar disappointment in Cyril's questioning voice.

If before, the blond youth had bright expressions including puzzlement on his face, then now, those emotions that Merlin could understand all froze and then disappeared when his voice fell.

Cyril looked down at him with a flat expression, and there was a strange color in his eyes that Merlin couldn't understand, like a crumbling fire.

"I thought, you at least...forget it."

He shook his head, his expression didn't change, but because of this excessive calm, Merlin was even more upset.

"If it were me, I would tell Sister Artoria the truth. After learning the truth, the choice she has to make is to move forward or give up, and all I have to do is to support her choice... No matter what the choice is, I They will not choose to hide and watch from the beginning."

"Cyrillic--"

"I don't intend to accuse you, but I just thought of this incidentally."

Cyril took a deep breath, his face inexplicably gloomy.

In fact, there were many sharper inner voices that could still be blurted out, but he forcibly suppressed them, just avoiding the magician's sight, and said in a low voice: "You are still the same as before, unchanged."

Only this sentence.

After that, Cyril was silent.

Merlin was also silent.

He didn't know why Cyril said that suddenly, but he seemed to understand a little bit from the gloomy look in the eyes of his lover who was unwilling to speak.

The dead silence lasted for quite a while before it was broken again by a seemingly harmless voice: "And then? The Black Holy Grail, which was not a product of this world, fell into Matou Sakura's body..."

"It didn't fall in. The Black Holy Grail itself is not complete. It was accidentally found and put into the girl's body on its own initiative. In the end, it underestimated the influence of the Black Holy Grail and created such a hidden danger."

Needless to say, Merlin was the person who put the Black Holy Grail into Sakura's body, Cyril could have guessed it completely, which made him purse his lips, and a dark color flashed across his eyes.

However, he did not interrupt, but continued to listen.

Finally, it comes to the reason why they are here at this time.

Meilin said casually, the two are now in Matou Sakura's body.

The Black Holy Grail wants to devour them, in other words, it treats them as tonics with their own magical power.And because this cup is still obsessed with making Cyril feel the despair of the host, as long as he is still in it, no matter how many times he breaks through the shackles with his own strength, he will return to the basement shortly after he escapes, and the matter of being overwhelmed by insects will be wiped out. Go through it again.

"If you really have to repeat it over and over again, it will be too troublesome, and you will suffer too, so I simply separate us out and spend it first, and then talk about it when you wake up."

"...I see. It is your own magic power that is consumed."

"Haha... don't worry about me."

"I do not have."

"Really?"

"..."

"It's okay." Merlin's smile seemed a little forced, but he covered it up with a nonchalant expression, "Fortunately, I'm not a heroic spirit. If I was polished off as a tonic shortly after I came in, it would be troublesome. My words , I can still protect you and let you sleep for a while."

"..."

"Okay, I admit it." Seeing that Cyril's expression was wrong, Merlin knew that he was at fault, and confessed very honestly: "In order to make up for the lost magic power, and to help you get rid of... um, I will, by the way, I used a special method to mend the magic with you..."

"Replenish the magic?" Cyril remembered the things that he had completely ignored before, "You mean, what I saw when I woke up, the pose you made—"

"Cough, more than that."

Merlin: "It's actually some kind of bodily fluid exchange. Well, I..."

"—I kissed you in an emergency without consent. Please forgive me."

"?!"

Having said that, it really was this reaction.

Merlin may have been stimulated to bring up the old things that could have been concealed, and he was really courageous.

But somehow he didn't want to play dumb.And, after confessing these words, I was prepared to make Cyril angry and not be forgiven——

The result was surprising.

Cyril froze for a while, but he didn't seem angry.

He still turned his face, and Merlin couldn't see his expression clearly, but could only hear the voice: "I see, saliva...ah, it is this, that is, the necessary means for magicians to restore magic, if you want to effectively repair Devil, you have to do this, right?"

Merlin (stunned): "Yes..."

Cyril didn't speak again.

He stood under the dim light for a long time, until Merlin, who was bewildered, tried to stand up, but lost his strength embarrassingly, and fell back to his seat halfway.

It's true that he didn't pretend to be pitiful on purpose. The magician's magic power was consumed too much. Although he hadn't reached the limit, he was still a little weak for a while...

"I see that your complexion is not very good. If you want to prepare for our escape, do you still need magic power?"

"Well, if there is--a need?"

"……OK."

As soon as the two words were pronounced so lightly that they could hardly be heard, Merlin's eyes turned into darkness.

Cyril walked over quickly, and before the stunned magician could react, he took off the ill-fitting robe that was draped over him, and covered the head of the robe owner.

Oh... no, what was covered was only the messy curly white hair, and the white-haired magician's eyes and above.

The knotted ribbons on the hem of the robe fluttered gently, and one of them hung down the side of Merlin's profile.

And this tie, together with his face, was held up by the young man who leaned over immediately.

"I hope you don't misunderstand me. I don't have any potions that can restore magic, and healing magic is useless, so I will take the most beneficial measures for the current situation."

Although, the lover who can't see the face is so indifferently emphasized.

but……

Before the gentle and sweet lips approached and pressed together, Merlin heard the last question that Cyril seemed to think of suddenly:

"You seem to have said that you did something excessive without my consent."

"What else but kisses?"

A bit of hot and humid breath, accompanied by these words, fell on the lips.

……

Memories flashed one by one.

All right.

At this time... at this time!

The kind of [desire] that nightmares shouldn't have, was born, ignited, and swelled—exploded.